Phantom Hollow True Colors

One of her wild kicks managed to make contact, but it backfired in assisting her. With Judas' jaws still clamped around her leg, the sudden motion pulling him away strained further at her captured forelimb, and Mitanni cried out yet again as she felt the wound his teeth had inflicted burn further. Let go! Please, stop! She wanted to cry the words aloud, to beg for mercy, but in her panic she couldn't formulate words, only sounds of torture and distress.

At last her leg was released, but in her pain the mottled black and brown female couldn't get to her feet fast enough. She barely had enough time to whine and roll to her side before her green-eyed attacker was right there beside her again, stalling her efforts at retreat. Her eyes still stung, but she managed to squint them slightly, vaguely making out the blurred shapes of Judas and one of the darker members of Moonlit Hills. Malice? Sage? Had someone come to her aid?

Feebly, she scooted back on the ground, but as Judas lunged once more for her Mitanni knew she wasn't going to get away in time. Her amber eyes clenched shut again, her entire body flinching and recoiling from the close quarters attack she could feel coming, but instead of more guttural snarls and pain she felt nothing and only heard Judas lash out at someone else.

Her eyes blinked open again, making out the figure of her attacker being drawn back forcefully by another dark shape. Hastily, the lithe little wolf turned and stepped, flinching and whining at pain that lanced through her injured foreleg. Tucking it slightly, maneuvering her weight between her other three legs, Mitanni awkwardly managed to find her footing and with her vision blurred by a new volley of pain-induced tears she hobbled over to the solitary black figure she'd first noticed, drawing herself closer to Sage as Malice--when had she gotten here? Was she the one who'd restrained Judas?--tried to get her traitorous pack member under control.